Bianca D'Arc (7 page)

Judging by the heat in his gaze and the
tension in his muscles, he was enjoying what she was doing, so she
kept going. She flicked the closure with her fingernails,
deliberately tapping a rhythm against the hard cock straining at
the seam. Oh, yeah, he liked that. She could tell by the way his
fists clenched and released in time with her motions.

She pulled the fabric away to reveal
everything she’d expected… and more. He’d forgone underwear.
Suddenly going commando seemed unbearably sexy. She’d wonder now,
every time she saw him in the bar, what he was wearing—or
not—beneath those soft, worn-in black cargo pants he favored.

“Like what you see?” His voice came to her, a
rumble of sound that brought her out of her momentary
stillness.

Only then did she realized she’d paused, just
looking at him. She met his eyes, feeling the heat in her cheeks,
knowing she was blushing a bit, but she’d brazen this out. She
wanted to be the kind of woman who could match this amazing man.
She wanted to be wild for once. To find the brazen hussy within her
that had only recently decided to come out to play.

“Very much,” she said finally, moving
closer.

But something in his eyes warned her that he
was about to turn the tables. She wasn’t surprised when he reached
forward, hooking both of his big, capable hands under her arms and
lifting her. He stood, lifting her with him as he faced her, very
little space between their bodies. In fact, she could feel the head
of his cock brushing against her abdomen. He was so tall compared
to her, so massive and strong, but she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she
felt utterly safe for the first time in many years.

“Are you sure you want this, Lila?” His arms
came around her even as he asked the question and she reached
upward, placing her hands around his neck, drawing closer.

“I want you, Charles Quartain. I have since
the moment I saw you.”

She didn’t add that she’d first seen him in a
vision that had revealed his character but not his face or form.
She’d been attracted to the steadfast man of honor she’d come to
know through her gift and that attraction had only grown as she’d
gotten to know him in the flesh. He was handsome as sin and moved
like he knew what to do with a woman. She looked forward to finding
out if her suspicions on that score were true.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Chip grinned
at her and she could see the very real desire in his eye. They were
on the same page at last. He wasn’t holding back anymore and she
thanked the goddess for it.

He surprised a gasp out of her when he bent
and lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his middle,
exposing the excited wetness between. For a split second, she was
embarrassed, but then he started moving and each step brought her
excited clit in contact with his hard body, fanning the flames to
an almost unbearable heat.

He carried her into a bedroom. Alex’s
bedroom, no doubt. It had a wide, soft bed covered with black satin
sheets. It wasn’t quite to her taste, but it definitely looked
sinful enough for what she hoped would come next. All in all, it
looked like a room built for seduction and that was definitely on
her agenda for the next few hours.

Chip deposited her on her back, on the bed,
her legs spread before him her arms placed carefully on either side
of her head. “Don’t move them,” he whispered with a light kiss
against her lips before he moved lower. His breath teased over her
neck, her chest and then her breasts before he nipped gently at her
nipples, each in turn.

Lila dutifully kept her hands where he’d
placed them, liking the way he’d taken charge. She’d have her turn
later, but for now, she liked his mastery and his teasing touches
as he worked his way down her body with varying degrees of touch
and taste, nip and suckle.

When she was about ready to beg for his lips
on her clit, he stood back and just looked at her. He’d driven her
so high and made her so desperate with need that she felt not a
moment of hesitation as he stared at her, open, ready and willing
below him. If anything, she spread her legs wider, wanting him to
see how badly she needed him to touch her there, to join with her
and relieve the desperate need he had created within her body.

“Don’t go,” she pled with him, whispering in
the stillness of the room where all she could hear was the rustle
of satin sheets and the ragged breathing they shared.

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart. Just
savoring the moment.”

She saw it then. The gleam in his eyes that
said so much to her heart. This moment was special to him. She
wasn’t just another prize for the conquering warrior. He’d fought
too hard against their mutual attraction with those nearly chaste
kisses each night as he leaned over her and tucked her into the
securecart, sending her on her way, dissatisfied and unfulfilled.
No, he wasn’t fighting the attraction anymore. Instead, he was
reveling in it as much as she was, marveling at the way they
responded to each other, drinking in the experience of two souls
aligning for the first time as their bodies would align and join in
just a few minutes.

Dear goddess, let it just be a few minutes.
She couldn’t take much more of this torture.

She lay bared before him, like some sort of
pagan sacrifice. The fire that leapt as he touched her inner thighs
with his calloused hands threatened to burn her to cinders. As she
had done to him earlier, he worked his way up her thighs from knee
to the place that begged for his touch.

Chip moved closer, coming down between her
legs oh, so gently, but with unmistakable intent. She lay back on
the bed, spreading wider to accommodate him as he stroked long,
thick, capable fingers through her sparse, wet curls. Long,
sweeping motions brought his fingertips closer to her core, at last
lightly grazing the nub that so wanted his full attention.

One hand zeroed in on her clit while at the
same time, the index finger of his other hand invaded the dark
opening that wept to take him. He pushed in with no apologies, no
hesitation, merely claiming what was already his. She watched his
face, growing hotter watching him watch his finger slide into her
willing body. Oh, yeah. She hadn’t felt like this in far too
long.

Maybe she’d never felt exactly like
this
. Charlemagne was a new kind of man in her experience. A
new kind of lover. His touch promised to stretch her boundaries and
push her limits. His soul dared her to try new things she had only
dreamed of and promised that he would be there to catch her should
she stumble on this new path of discovery. He’d vowed to keep her
safe. She knew in her heart that promise extended even to this.
Perhaps especially to this – the act that made a person as
vulnerable to another as it was possible to be. At least to her
mind.

“You like that?” Chip’s voice was a rough
whisper as his gaze sought hers and held.

His finger began to pulse lightly in and out
of her slick channel, while his other hand rubbed repeatedly over
her clit in time with the short strokes. All the while, he held her
gaze, watching as he possessed her in this small, incredibly
intimate way.

“Do you like that, Delilah?” he repeated,
using her full name. The sound of it shocked her out of the sensual
stupor he’d created.

“I like it,” she whispered. Her breathing was
ragged as sensation built in her trembling body.

“How much do you like it?” A tiny lift of one
corner of his lips betrayed amusement at the way he was able to
play her body so soon into their relationship.

“I love it,” she admitted brokenly. “But I
want…” She drifted off, distracted by the increase in his pace and
the deeper penetration caused by the addition of another finger.
Oh, yeah. He was stretching her now and she wanted so much
more.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His gaze was
intense as he dipped lower on the bed, hovering over her while his
hands continued their magic between her legs.

“I want you.” The words came out on a low
moan as she reached a small peak. But it wasn’t enough.

“You’ve got me, Lila. You’re going to have to
be more specific.” The rough growl that accompanied his words made
her squirm to get closer to those magic fingers as he added a
third, stretching her even more. “What part of me do you want?”

“I want your… cock,” she finally panted, the
shocking word making the situation somehow even more hot, more
explosive. She’d never used such words while making love. She’d
never known how exciting they could be. She was learning all sorts
of new things from her soldier. Her King of Clubs. Her
Charlemagne.

“Mmm.” He seemed to approve as he withdrew
his hands from her pussy and lifted slick fingers to his lips,
licking her juices from them. “You taste amazing, Lila, and I’m
going to eat you out while you come on my tongue. Later. Right now,
I don’t think I can make either one of us wait much longer.”

“Good,” she gasped. She was only capable of
the single syllable. He’d taken her too high, too fast. She needed
to come. She needed it bad.

“That’s it.” Chip seemed spurred into action.
He lowered over her once more, this time aligning his straining
cock with her slick opening. He supported himself over her, the
giant muscles in his arms flexing attractively as he positioned
himself perfectly.

Then he took her. His thick cock slid, inch
by inch, into her, claiming her, making her his irrevocably. She
welcomed his possession, though it was tough to accept such a large
intrusion at first. Her husband had been a civilian, built on a
civilian scale. There was nothing similar about this behemoth of a
man. This soldier. Biggest and badest of a big, bad cadre of men
who protected and defended all the rest.

When he’d worked himself in to the hilt, he
paused. His hands moved to either side of her head, grasping hers
and intertwining their fingers in what felt like a deeply symbolic
motion. His gaze met and held hers as he dipped closer, the
movement making her fully aware that she was filled completely by
him.

Her body quaked as he began to move in slow,
deliberate strokes. Wetness gushed to ease his way as her pleasure
deepened. Her need became acute as Chip began a steady rhythm that
began to pick up speed and force on each withdrawal and return. He
kept up the motion until soon he was pounding into her, the
strength of his thrusts moving her slightly up the bed, but she
didn’t care.

He followed, adjusting himself to take her
even more deeply. He let go of her hands, only to cup her
shoulders, holding her in place for what came next. Lila barely had
time to catch her breath before he redoubled his efforts, making
short, hard digs into her soft pussy, fucking her harder and faster
than she’d ever experienced.

She cried out on each thrust – not in pain,
but in the purest ecstasy she’d ever known. Her orgasm hit and
extended, thrust after thrust, drawing out the pure note of
heightened sensation for long, almost timeless moments, where
nothing existed outside of them and the enormous pleasure he gave
her.

Lila screamed his name as she hit a crescendo
that threatened to take her consciousness. A split second later,
she felt him tense and begin to come inside her. He shot into her,
filling her with warm jets of his essence and she enjoyed the
sensation in a way that was new and surprisingly intense. It
brought on another series of quaking jolts of rapture that held her
in thrall while they climaxed together for the first time.

The first of many, she hoped. She realized in
that moment, she could easily become addicted to this man. To this
pleasure. This hard, fast primeval fucking.

When he groaned her name, she felt something
crack open in her heart to let him in. Damn. She hadn’t meant to
let that happen, but really, how could she help but feel something
for this giant of a man who’d shown her so much respect in the days
past, and so much pleasure this night? She tried not to think about
what it would mean to fall a little bit in love with him. It might
hurt later, but for now, it felt right.

He kissed her, coaxing her to open her eyes.
His smile took her breath and made her give him the smile she was
feeling throughout her well satisfied body in return.

“Are you all right?” The concern in his
expression melted her heart a little more.

“I’m the best.” She stretched up to nibble on
his stubbly cheek.

“The best, eh?” His smile teased her as she
settled back down on the bed. She simply didn’t have the energy to
keep her head raised off the soft black satin of Alex’s sinful
sheets.

“Don’t get conceited. You must know how good
you are at this.” For emphasis, she used her inner muscles to
squeeze his softening cock. She liked the way he shivered in
response, so she did it again. Was she mistaken or was he
recovering already?

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He winked at
her and she had to laugh. “Quite the contrary, actually.”

“I’ll bet.” Yes, he definitely was becoming
aroused again. She was a little shocked. “Um… is that… um… normal
for you?”

“Are you asking if I’m always this fast on
the draw, the answer is yes. Are you up for it, Delilah?”

Oh, goddess. Judging by the way her insides
were beginning to heat with renewed interest, she’d have to answer
a resounding YES!

“I could be convinced,” she answered instead,
trying not to sound too eager. She had to make him work for it just
a little bit, didn’t she?

“I’m very good at convincing.” He moved
within her, bringing strung out nerve endings back to life with the
simplest touch.

“I’ll just bet you are,” she whispered,
already falling under his spell for the second time.

Chip spent the rest of the night—with a few
breaks for refreshment, cleaning up and sleep—
convincing
her. And she loved every minute of it.